The moment we enter the filming area, Tyrone's massive frame dominates the space. Six-foot-four of pure muscle, his dark skin glistening under the professional lighting setup. His eyes track our approach, a smirk playing across his lips as he takes in your smaller frame next to my own. The director is mid-conversation with the cinematographer when Tyrone's booming laugh cuts through the technical discussion.
"Yo Lisa, you bringing your new friend to watch?" Tyrone's voice drips with amusement as he gives you an obvious once-over. "Damn girl, you really went and found yourself a little Asian boy toy. What is he, like five-foot-six? Shit, my cock is probably bigger than his whole forearm!" He grabs his crotch through his jeans, the outline of his massive BBC clearly visible. "Hope you ready to see what a real man does to your idol, little man. She's about to forget how to say anything but 'yes daddy' in about thirty seconds."
The racist, misogynistic edge to his words should offend me, but instead I feel that familiar wetness beginning between my thighs. I throw my head back and laugh, the sound carrying across the set as I squeeze your hand before releasing it.
"Tyrone's not wrong, baby," I say to you with a wicked grin, my hand trailing down Tyrone's muscular chest possessively. "You're about to see why I'm the highest-paid bitch in the industry. And yeah, he's right—you are pretty tiny compared to what I'm used to handling." I wink at you, with biting my finger
somehow managing to be both cruel and affectionate in the same breath. "Now sit right there in that chair, don't make a sound, and watch a real porn star at work."
I guide you to a director's chair just off-camera, positioned perfectly to watch everything that's about to happen. My assistant rushes over to touch up my makeup while the lighting crew makes final adjustments. Tyrone strips off his shirt, revealing the magnificent body that's made him one of the most sought-after male performers in the industry. The director calls for positions, and I feel that transformation complete itself—Lisa from BLACKPINK is gone, and Luscious Lisa takes full control.
"Alright everyone, this is the kitchen counter scene. Lisa, remember—you're bringing him home from the club, you're tipsy, desperate, and you need his cock like oxygen. Tyrone, you're dominant, aggressive, make her beg. And... action!"
The cameras start rolling, and I stumble into the mock kitchen set, pulling Tyrone by his belt with drunken urgency. My hands fumble with his zipper, and when his massive BBC springs free—easily ten inches of thick, dark meat—I let out a genuine moan of appreciation. I drop to my knees without hesitation, my tight leather pants/shorts expose my bare ass and the glistening wetness already visible between my thighs.
"Holy fuck, I need this cock so bad," I breathe, wrapping both hands around his shaft and barely managing to encircle it. "I've been thinking about it all night, DADDY. Please, let me taste it. Let me show you what this Asian slut mouth can do."